Delhi is not a safe city for women traveling alone in the night! I liked the frankness in this rustic driver who has come to Delhi to earn a living!
[h=1]This Cab Driver’s Open Letter About Women And Rape Is Going Viral On The Internet[/h]
[h=5] Anum Ansari
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13 Feb, 2017
Be it a small village or a big metropolitan city, women in our country are not safe anywhere. People blame women’s clothes and their lifestyle when they get raped, but fail to understand that it’s not women who need to change, the mentality of people regarding females should change.
[h=3]Sahil Tomar, a cab driver, who came to Delhi in search of a job has shared his opinion about women and we are sure that you will agree with him. Sahil expressed that getting into an argument with the outspoken Delhi girls used to make him feel insulted.[/h]
[h=3]But, with time, he realized that it was his mentality that was at fault and not the women or their clothing. Here is what he wrote:[/h]
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[h=1]This Cab Driver’s Open Letter About Women And Rape Is Going Viral On The Internet[/h]
[h=5] Anum Ansari
[/h]
13 Feb, 2017
Be it a small village or a big metropolitan city, women in our country are not safe anywhere. People blame women’s clothes and their lifestyle when they get raped, but fail to understand that it’s not women who need to change, the mentality of people regarding females should change.
[h=3]Sahil Tomar, a cab driver, who came to Delhi in search of a job has shared his opinion about women and we are sure that you will agree with him. Sahil expressed that getting into an argument with the outspoken Delhi girls used to make him feel insulted.[/h]
[h=3]But, with time, he realized that it was his mentality that was at fault and not the women or their clothing. Here is what he wrote:[/h]
My dear brothers and sisters,
I am just a cab driver who neither has the education nor the life experience to preach or give lessons to anyone. But I do have a message, which I wish to send across through this letter.
I came to Delhi almost a decade ago with dreams of improving my life. I was then a 22-year-old boy who had never stepped out of his village in Uttar Pradesh’s Faizabad district. My father, who was a farmer and a seasonal laborer, always stressed the importance of education and toiled hard to give the best possible opportunities to my three siblings and me.
But, I was never good at studies. I failed my exams several times and repeated a few classes before I somehow managed to pass my class 10 board exams. After that, I tried my hand at several things — farming, mason work, sitting idle and ogling at women in the village.
I was 20-years-old when I learned to drive and my father finally sent me to Delhi to find a job. Delhi, however, was not the city of my dreams. People would just walk past me and not notice me at all. From early morning to late night, women and men roamed around without any inhibitions.
When I started driving in Delhi, I used to feel offended by how outspoken women in the city were. They would shout at me for missing a turn, and argue for change and call me tum and tu. I used to consider them ill-mannered and resent how their behavior was in total contrast to how things were back in my village. There, a boy and a girl still cannot walk together and women do not dare remove their ghunghat, let alone boss men around.
I was scandalized and was hit by a huge culture shock in Delhi. Getting into fights with a man is different, but getting belittled by a woman seemed insulting. Sometimes during late-night pickups, female passengers wearing short clothes would get in my car and sit comfortably on the front seat. It used to make me uncomfortable. I am just a cab driver who neither has the education nor the life experience to preach or give lessons to anyone. But I do have a message, which I wish to send across through this letter.
I came to Delhi almost a decade ago with dreams of improving my life. I was then a 22-year-old boy who had never stepped out of his village in Uttar Pradesh’s Faizabad district. My father, who was a farmer and a seasonal laborer, always stressed the importance of education and toiled hard to give the best possible opportunities to my three siblings and me.
But, I was never good at studies. I failed my exams several times and repeated a few classes before I somehow managed to pass my class 10 board exams. After that, I tried my hand at several things — farming, mason work, sitting idle and ogling at women in the village.
I was 20-years-old when I learned to drive and my father finally sent me to Delhi to find a job. Delhi, however, was not the city of my dreams. People would just walk past me and not notice me at all. From early morning to late night, women and men roamed around without any inhibitions.
When I started driving in Delhi, I used to feel offended by how outspoken women in the city were. They would shout at me for missing a turn, and argue for change and call me tum and tu. I used to consider them ill-mannered and resent how their behavior was in total contrast to how things were back in my village. There, a boy and a girl still cannot walk together and women do not dare remove their ghunghat, let alone boss men around.
But that was the old me. As I grew in the city and gained some maturity, I gradually became broad minded. You get used to it also. Most importantly, I realized it’s not the women who need to change. It’s me who had to. I had to let go of my shallow thinking.
I found a trick to adjust to this modern environment that I would like to share with my brothers. Think of it this way – would you feel awkward if a man sat comfortably on the front seat and talked to you? Would you raise an eyebrow seeing a man smoke or him being in minimal clothes? No. So, why make such a big issue if a woman does the same things? A woman is as normal as a man.
The situation has gotten worse for us ever since a cab driver raped a female passenger sometime at the end of 2014. I do not disagree that some drivers who have just come from villages and have not seen modernity would get excited and do gandi harkat (bad things) with women. But I plead, not every driver is the same as that culprit. I am not that type, for sure.
I want to tell my fellow cab drivers that our job is not only about dropping people to their destination and earning money. Each time we get a new booking from a customer, that person – be it a man or woman – signs an unwritten pact of safety and security with us. And we must be fully conscious of this and behave accordingly to set the right example. We have to win the faith of our passengers, especially the women who are so scared of us these days that they click pictures of our car and ourselves to share with their families for safety purposes. I found a trick to adjust to this modern environment that I would like to share with my brothers. Think of it this way – would you feel awkward if a man sat comfortably on the front seat and talked to you? Would you raise an eyebrow seeing a man smoke or him being in minimal clothes? No. So, why make such a big issue if a woman does the same things? A woman is as normal as a man.
The situation has gotten worse for us ever since a cab driver raped a female passenger sometime at the end of 2014. I do not disagree that some drivers who have just come from villages and have not seen modernity would get excited and do gandi harkat (bad things) with women. But I plead, not every driver is the same as that culprit. I am not that type, for sure.
As drivers, we must behave like ‘guardians’ of the roads – dropping a woman to her house or where ever she is headed to. Every journey that we safely complete is a badge of honor that we take back home to our families with a smile.
Jai Hind!”
Everyone should read Sahil’s views and change their thinking regarding women. Time is changing and so are the women of our country. It’s time we step out of this judgemental box and let women live their life the way they want to. Jai Hind!”
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